Right at this moment, Amphitrite didn't care that he'd left their home before her, left her there in their palace, all alone. She didn't care that it had been hundreds of thousands of years since she'd last so much as seen him. She didn't care that she wasn't the only one.
All she cared about was that he was holding her, kissing her. The familiar taste and feel of him overwhelmed her senses. She had lived for thousands of years and would likely live for thousands more, but she had never, would never, grow tired of the feel of his hands on her and her lips on his.
Eventually, frustratingly, Amphitrite had to breathe. She pulled back just far enough that her breath on his lips was a caress all its own. "Oh, let's go," she breathed. "I don't want to be with anyone else when I could have you."